Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Finding Inner Peace :: Personal Narrative Essays
Finding Inner Peace       "Nothing can bring you peace but  yourself."  I am thinking about     the time when my best friend died, and when I stopped being myself and my     life started going to hell.               It happened maybe two or three years  ago.  The day is very clear in     my memory.  The weather was cold and nasty.  The monotonous rain  made     everything outside look gray.  I was at home, waiting for my girlfriend  to     arrive.  I was sitting on the couch drinking hot tea and feeling warm  and     cozy.  My dog was there too, I remember.  We were watching a talk  show,     but I was not paying much attention to what was going on.  All I  cared     about was my girlfriend was coming home and that we would be able to see     each other again.  She had left only four weeks earlier, but I had  already     missed her greatly.  We had been friends since the 9th grade.  In  the     beginning we were enemies; we hated each other.  Oh, how we fought!  One     time she accused me of taking her purse, knowing what a notorious  prankster     I was, even though I had no idea what she was talking about.  Later  she     found her purse in her friends locker.  It seems she had forgotten she  had     put it there.  This turned out to be the first, but not the last,  accident     that would occur.  What didn't we argue about?  After about, four  years,     we became the best friends ever.  We were perfectly compatible with  each     other.  We began spending all our time together.  We were vital to  each     other.  I came to know each and every detail about her life as she  did     about mine.  It was the most enduring friendship of my life.                 I looked at the clock above my head.  Six  fifty.  She was supposed     to arrive at five o'clock. I felt uncomfortable, some weird feeling     crawled around my heart.  I did not understand it. I waited and  waited.     It was dark already and I was afraid of being in solitude.  I  couldn't     stand it anymore.  Seven o'clock.                 The phone rang and it startled me.  Who  might it be?  I wasn't     expecting a phone call from anyone.  I got up from the couch and picked  up     					    
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